Thursday, June 2, 2011

Sunday Strapping

Time for the long awaited review of my new implements! Okay, maybe it was just long awaited for me... Lol. I received them about two weeks ago by mail and they were finally tested out this past Sunday. First, a bit about the implements themselves. This was my first purchase from The London Tanners. I've heard so many rave reviews about TLT (even from bottoms, that's saying something!) that I decided to take the plunge into leather goods. Both items are beautiful and clearly very well made. I expect them to last for a long, long time. Even though it had to come from across the pond, shipping was surprisingly fast and it all got here safely.

Actually, a funny story there. It of course came discreetly packaged in a cardboard box. But there had been a visitor over at my house for several days. My husband was home when the mail came and knew that it was coming. Our visitor asked "what's that?" and my husband just tossed it into the bedroom, shrugging that it was something I ordered. When he mentioned this to me later, I said, "you should've told him it was sex toys. That'd teach him to mind his own business." Lol. Alright, here's what I got.

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Boudoir Paddle from The London Tanners

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This is the Boudoir Paddle. Isn't it cute? (Insert joke like you know you're a spanko when you call implements "cute" and "pretty" here.) But don't be fooled, this leather paddle can pack some sting! This one was high on my spanko wish list. I've mentioned a prior experience with a leather paddle here. I really like the versatility of this one. It could be used in lighter, sensual play or for a nice good girl spanking, (pfft, like I get those...) all the way up to a hard spanking.

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Domestic Discipline Strap from The London Tanners

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My second new item is the Domestic Discipline Strap. It doesn't look as cute, does it? It's not. Lol. This leaves quite the impression without a lot of impact. I'm basing this on my husband telling me he didn't use it very hard. Sure, sure, usual top comment. It is a fairly thick strap and definitely leaves a sting but due to it's heaviness it also has a bit of a thuddy slap to it. This goes back to the sting vs. thud debate, I don't think I'm being too helpful defining it. It's toward the middle of that scale I suppose.

Back to Sunday. That is typically our maintenance day, as it was this week. I'd been a bit anxious to try out the new stuff the whole previous week. So what does my husband do? Tricks me into thinking we still won't be testing them out! How rude. I say "tricks me" because for a maintenance spanking there is usually just one implement used. It is set out on the bed before the spanking starts and used toward the end. On this particular day, he set out the wooden paddle. So I thought okay, we aren't using the new stuff still.

He pulled out the desk chair to the middle of the room and sat down, beckoning me over to him. He told me to take down my pants and I was pulled over his lap. A note here- bare feet on carpet is SLIPPERY! Though people who don't have their feet touch the floor wouldn't notice. Mine do reach the floor. I'll keep my shoes on in the future. He spanked me with his hand and after a few minutes, bared my bottom. The swats with his hand intensified as he continued the spanking. He grabbed the wooden paddle and I received a flurry of smacks with that. He asked me to stand up and I did so, thinking that we were done. I was told to sit in the chair for a minute and he went to the other side of the bed.

And what to my widening eyes did appear? A long leather strap and a paddle for my rear. Ugh. Nice of him to wait until I was well warmed up. I laid out on the bed and he started with the Boudoir Paddle. It landed stinging swats on my flesh in quick succession. The ooows began and I was kicking my legs in no time. He switched to the Domestic Discipline Strap just when I thought the paddle was bad. Yeah... right... After a few resounding slaps with the strap, I was squirming and could hardly stay in place. It stung really quickly. I could feel that I was going to mark from this, but I didn't care. I'd been so wound up over the last week and annoyed and stressed out, I really needed this. He always knows just how far to take things without me needing to say a word. He switched back to the paddle, then the strap again. My backside was burning. I got past that point of the pain and was totally in the zone. My mind was where I wanted it to get what I craved. Sweet release.

6 comments:

They should have named it Boudoir Paddle. Maybe some copyright infringement thing perhaps. This paddle will definitely cause and infringement.

A boudoir (French: [bu.dwaʁ], English: /ˈbuːd.wɑːr/) is a lady's private bedroom, sitting room or dressing room. The term derives from the French verb bouder, meaning "to be sulky" or boudeur, meaning "sulky". In architecture: Historically, the boudoir formed part of the private suite of rooms of a lady, for bathing and dressing, adjacent to her bedchamber, being the female equivalent of the male cabinet. In later periods, the boudoir was used as a private drawing room, and was used for other activities, such as embroidery or spanking time with one's romantic partner.

English language usage varies between countries, and is now largely historical. In the United Kingdom, in the period when the term was most often used (Victorian era and early 20th century), a boudoir was a lady's evening sitting room, and was separate from her morning room, and her dressing room. As this multiplicity of rooms with over-the-lap functions suggests, boudoirs were generally only found in grand houses. In the United States, in the same era, boudoir was an alternative term for dressing room, favored by those who felt that French terms conferred more prestige.

In Caribbean English, a boudoir is the front room of the house where people hold spanking parties and entertain their second family and friends.

Ha! Those Caribbean English are kinkier than we thought.

Ok. So I edited the article a bit.

Oh yes,Lea. The Boudair Paddle looks cute and pretty there in the picture just like a Beanie Baby with it's tag still on. A great addition to any collection. Priceless. You didn't take the tag off did you? Giggles.

The DDS strap. AKA the FES to bottoms who are not a fan of it and MMDS to those bottoms who love it. Another excellent choice.

Ah my kingdom for a good strapping.

I love the smell, sound and feel of leather.

Your husband was nice, Lea, to warm you up first. You weren't being sarcastic there were you?

You don't get good girl spankings Lea? Really? I am sorry. They can be just as intense, Lea, if given correctly. Different headspace.

A really beautiful article that held me on the edge of my seat. You may have noticed that I 'borrow' pictures from London Tanners frequently in posts or emails; sometimes in personal correspondence.

But as for myself, as a full-blown spanko, your new equipment and any other leather implements made of such high quality as produced by London Tanners may look interesting, display high craftsmanship, creativity, authenticity or simply beautiful works of art....but never cute, lea. Never cute.

And based on your story, and some very, very vivid memories, I hereby, officially declare my behind OFF LIMIT TO ANY LEATHER IMPLEMENTS. I'm just sayn'...

How fortunate you are, lea, to have a readily availabe playmate and new toys. I always thought your husband was vanilla from way back when you told me he was uncomfortable about your attending the October, 2009 weekend. You remember those IM chats, lea, the one were you lead me to believe you were named after a creature from cyberspace and 12 years old!

But after meeting you a few times; I think I understand why your husband may have been concerned to let you out of his sight.

Yes, lea, I know I am probably opening up the possibilities for chastisement with a number of wooden implements [does that include canes?]. But my decision is based on an April, 2010 experience of 6 of the best with an infamous leather strap while being once again brought back 'into the fold'. I am still not sure of the meaning of that phrase; but I don't think I enjoy being 'out of the fold.'